Judge: Yes, suh, but he might teach someone else that trick—
Raidler: Godalmighty, will you listen to that? Aint he had chance to teach a hundred of ’em here? Aint the papers published how he done it?
Jennings: Boys, that was one of the prettiest sights you ever laid your eyes on! Just as quick as you could move your fingers, he turned that dial, and I held a watch on him—twelve seconds to a dot, and he swung back the door. “There you are, gentlemen!” You should have seen that crowd of reporters and politicians—you could have bowled the whole row of them over with a feather.
Raidler: Yes, and for a bunch of lying crooks in office! What difference does it make to Jimmie whether one set of thieves or another got that money? I’ve done jobs I’m ashamed of in my life, but never anything as dirty as those fellows up there in the state capitol do all the time. I’m not their kind of crook!
Jennings: I remember when I was on trial, a religious lady came to cry over me. She thought I was a sweet-looking little fellow, and she said, “Can it really be, Mr. Jennings, that you are thief?” “No, ma’am,” says I; “I’m a robber.” “And what is the difference, Mr. Jennings?” “About forty-five years, ma’am,” says I. But she didn’t know what I meant.
Delacour: Mr. Jennin’s, Ah’m thinkin’ we have guided this conversation into painful channels.
Raidler: Give us some more punch, Judge.
Judge: I am desolated to infawm you, suh, that’s all there is.
Jennings: What? You call that a celebration?
Judge: I made it good and strong, suh.